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THE MODERN SYSTEM
By C. H. Reeves
Mr. Sampson Waters glared at
pretty Miss Jones, the new' employe
of the great Fitton store.
Miss Jones had been at work a
week, and Mr. Waters had taken a
decided liking to her. After gallantly
promising her to see that the road
was made easy for her, he had ven
tured on a familiarity when they
found themselves alone in the door
way for a moment. Now the tingle
of pretty Miss Jones' hand across his
cheek smarted still.
Waters was the. superintendent of
the haberdashery department, and
the dreaded tyrant-of all the girls.
They knew that their positions were
at the man's mercy. Nobody had so
much influence with Fitton as he. A
word was as good as a command, it
Fitton had never run his store very
successfully. He had inherited it,
which was the principal reason. He
leaned more and more on his em
ployes. He was an old man, and
when his daughter, now at Vassar,
came to the ownership well, Mr.
Waters smiled. He expected the gen
eral managership of the sales de
partment. And Fitton had as good
as promised it to him.
There were stories about him,
concerning Nelly Gregg, who had dis
appeared from the store a year be
fpre. One of the girls had seen her
qn Broadway late at night, and Nelly
had shrunken from her and hurried
away. That Waters was a married
man was known, and the girls offen
speculated what sort of woman had
been willing to take him
Of course, the man was at his ease
among the rowdy element, but many
a modest girl shrank from the
thought of attracting him. And Mr.
v.clcr felt particularly vicious to
ward Miss Jones.
r He went up to her that evening,
' jnst before closing time.
"I want to speak to you," he said.
Miss Jones put down her account
book and waited patiently.
"I guess you weren't feeling .well
this, morning, kiddo," he said. "That
was a pretty raw thing you did. I
wouldn't stand it from anyone but
you. How about Coney tomorrow
"I don't know what you are talk-
"I'll Co With You to Coney,
ing' about," said Miss Jones, turning
scarlet with indignation.
"Well, then, I'llexplain," said Wa
ters, leaning heavily upon the coun
ter. "Mr. Fitton thinks a good deal
of me in this store. He doesn't care
what goes on so long as the sales
keep up to the mark. He leaves me
to keep them up in any way I think
best And what I say goes with him.
Miss Jones nodded.